For Every Season

There is a passage that says each day
Had a time for work and a time for play.
And when I think it in that way,
I'm reminded of my last Sunday.

The work, it was, as work usually is:
Some sweat from the brow, but done in a whiz.
And the play, it was over too soon,
But nevertheless, it was quite the boon.

Whether enjoying the glittering water with weeds
Or sitting on the porch spitting watermelon seeds,
Or vacuuming up the bounty of cat hair
(How they generate so much? I know neither why or where).

I enjoy my time when it is spent here
With you by my side. There is never a fear
That all the joys of life will end.
With you by my side, the bad seems pretend.